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September 2012 posts

September 13, 2012

A little slice of pretty before I go into muffled mode. My mother is visiting for 10 days so I won't have much time to indulge in my usual addictions. That is if you don't count kvetching about my mother as an addiction.

The following images from the blog Tipsee Tessie and were taken (if I understand this language unknown to me) at the Rice showroom in somewhere land. (I like to be precise. I think it is the mark of a good blogger.)

And here is more from this post I don't know where they were taken. I think in the house of the woman I wish were me. These images make me so happy. This is not something that can be explained.

My question to you is this: Would your man accept to live in a super girly environment? How much say does he have in your home's decor? After many, many years of marriage my husband has given up on fighting me. The secret truth he refuses to admit is that he totally digs it. Right?

My mother does not like my decor. That much is for sure. I won't be looking for validation there.

September 07, 2012

Yes I could do giveaways of my novel Hidden in Paris on this blog, but I much rather make it an opportunity for you to discover other blogs. I'm going to try to do one giveaway a month starting right now.

Here is a little taste of Cathy's beautiful work and a reminder of the only possible way to manifest what you want into your life. If you don't ask or believe...well furgetaboutit.

So if you want to win a copy of Hidden in Paris, knows someone who would enjoy reading a novel set in Paris or if you want to spread the word about a new book giveaway (real paper folks :-) hop on here.

September 05, 2012

The month of August has been one wild ride. One kid off to college, moving him to his new apartment and saying choked-up good byes. My youngest starting school mid August and having to plunge right back into homework instead of the pool. No fair! Visitors badly in need of tlc. Politicians rocking it like it's 1895 and raising my hair on ends. Then back to back, bam, bam, a terrible cold -- why? isn't this supposed to be August? Not fair! then my period playing hide and seek... at 47 one of the spookiest uh-oh of my fertile life... and then, like exploding fireworks of doom inside my skull, a migraine on Sunday.

All the while writing a story of death and loss set in one of the darkest period in human history.

Holy shit I didn't know if my character (or I) were going to make it out in one piece.

But I did it. I plowed through. I wept and I raged and I was a terrible person to be around but the result is here: 30 pages of some of the most gruesome scenes I have ever read, let alone written. I did not know I had so much darkness in me. What does it reveal about my own basest, ugliest instincts? But every time you write, you face a fear. If you don't you're not doing it right.

And today, can you hear the chirping birds? Can you hear the silence between my ears? I'm starting a new phase of my novel. I am now writing the romance part, with beautiful Paris as a background. And I write with a smile on my lips, I get to have a little fun.

Only a little. Remember: every time you write you face fear. As my characters meet and slowly fall for each other, I am already developing a new sort of anxiety. What will this romance say about me? What will it reveal about my fantasy love life? What will it reveal that I want to keep hidden, even from myself. Who will read this? who will judge this? How sexy can it get without embarrassing myself or my children. Oh the self censorship!

Although at some point, it no longer is the author's story. It becomes the character's. I'm not there yet. Right now I'm blushing at my own prose. In all writing there is all that is under, and all that is below (well illustrated with this image, no?) secrets and lies, smoke and mirrors.

And oh but wait. This blog post? What does it reveal now?

On another note I'm excited to have a few book giveaways going on in the next few months. One will be this Friday so keep tuning in for more info. I know, I know, you already read Hidden in Paris. Right? ...right? well, maybe you need a new copy for your girlfriend or your old sick aunt.

kisses

corine

PS: the photo is via tumblr and I don't know how to credit or embed it. But I do have a tumblr now, a small one. How could I resist?